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Mar 2020
In my dream I see a dark girl
there is a window with a thin layer of dust
that obscures her face
inside the room there is the last light
of setting sun, the orange beam slitting the door
whispers a bronze sheen on her bare shoulder
outside it is dark, with no escape ladder
I wait on a moonless night
to watch her glow, she moves closer
out of focus, closer still, ah
the face fills the window glass,
that separates us. A breath imprint struggles
to escape the barrier - misty vapours
eatherise the faceless over my lips.
Written by
Rajinder  M/Gurgaon India
(M/Gurgaon India)   
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